How do I stay sane when seeing is only pain?
Brain tries to filter but to no avail
I hold my head in my hands with eyes closed
I search for clarity but only fail
Body trembles to the penetrating abuse
Ears ring to the vibrating bass
Tears stream down my fatigued face
'Unwanted glares; sunburst haloes
Awkward colours where no rainbow follows
Double vision; obscure shapes
Twisting & turning, I fall; no escape'
"The TV has a signal but only flickering dots do I see
The snow becomes a blizzard blinding my view
The static amplifies crafting only black & white
Visuals of noise becomes my only clear sight"
"The TV plays but only jumping blocks do I see
The snow becomes a storm blanking my view
The static increases painting only white & black
Visuals of sound becomes electric feedback"
How can I find a cure when sight is only a blur?
Head tries to compute but only fails
I scream out loud to still the building rage
I hold on tight but fall from the rails
Body trembles to the penetrating attack
I sway as my world begins to spin
I smile to hide the anxiety within
'Unwanted glares; sunburst haloes
Awkward colours where no rainbow follows
Double vision; obscure shapes
Twisting & turning, I fall; no escape'
Comments
dear One,
you've just described the migraine I had the other day... when I closed my eyes I saw those damned flickering lights and starbursts. until I mercifully fell asleep. in this line:
Brain tries to filter but to avail (but to no avail)
the rest is perfectly pain-filled. I have no other suggestions. it is very good to see you my dear One!
*hugs, Sis
Sis,
It seems we have migraines as a common trait...must be an affliction of genius poets! LOL!
regards
One.
dear One,
LOL! I think you could be correct on that!!!
*love, Sis
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Your title!
Choose evocative language. Your poem's title is an opportunity to lead with a gripping, memorable image.
Since the poem talks about migraine, I do no see snow as good title.
You have greatly composed a fine poetry! The rhythmic flow goes well and with a fine ending.
Ummm..
…As a migraine sufferer, snow is what I see in front of my eyes.
Sorry my title doesn’t give a gripping image, I like to think my poem does that.
Cheers
One.
Noted
Noted